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Death Of A Soccer Mom
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indie electronic pop
A funny weapon that is the pen in the hand. Like the adage goes, "the pen is mighter than the sword", it could never be truer when pen to paper becomes a song. Peek through your record collection to find the songs that guided you through those delicate moments of despair and delight, smiles and sorrows, pain and pretense. The Mystic Underground understand this. Their tales of suburbia in the shadows of the ever forebording presence of the metropolis that is New York City without question bring the point home. Born and raised in the jungles of the New York City scene, The Mystic Underground are a combination of the introspective bedsit dramas written and played out by singer-lyricist, Vladimir Valette and the frentic backdrops conjured up by synthesizer mastermind, Benedetto Socci. Blending the sounds of new wave, post-punk, Britpop, and alternative dance and wrapping it all in an electronic bow, this is a band destined to find themselves at the forefront of the new electronic pop movement. In the words of singer, Vladimir Valette, "...we're looking to grab a foothold in the minds and hearts of listeners everywhere, we want to serve as a reminder that the term 'pop music' isn't an obscenity. We write songs with something to say and aren't afraid to push the envelope and have you singing along in the process".
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Peak #940
Peak in subgenre #155
Author
valette/socci
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(c)2006 evergreen meadow music (ascap)
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August 15, 2006
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MP3 5.7 MB 128 kbps 6:15
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Death of a soccer mom sound the alarm, a special report a soccer mom has died today the evening newsman nearly missed his cues a soccer mother passed away fulfilling her faithful patriotic duty picking up her kids from school with every mile, economy's kept afloat driving in her suv trudging through another day of toil a day in the life of a cog into a tractor-trailer, she drove into a tractor-trailer, she died one down but millions to go the hallmark of modern living clogging the motorways singing homogenised songs they need to go... and they must go NOW two kids pacing, pacing by the bus stop waiting for their mother's arrival miles away, the shrieking of the sirens your mother, boys, won't come today saturdays won't be the same again now that there is one van short the shouts from the stands, the cellphones ringing aloud never to be heard again in the carnage is a life unfinished patron saint of servitude her days summarised in a soundbite or two and that was the evening news... there she lies inside the beast of burden victim of the modern world tomorrow will come, the roads will clear again traffic on the motorway
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